pOOD AND CHEAP BOOKS FOR 
FARMERS AND OTHERS! 
The lollowiae -works on Azr'cnitnic. Horticulture. * c ., 
may he obtained at the Office of the Rnrnl N cw . 
Yorker. We can also furnish other Books on rural 
AFFAIRS. issued by American publishers, at the usual 
retail prices.—and shall add new works as published. 
Allen’s American Farm Book.........$1,50 
Allen’s Diseases of Doroestie Animal a. .... 1,00 
Allen's Rural Architecture.1,50 
American Sharp Shooter....*. 50 
American Bird Fancier.... n*Vil«V”’ . •••■SO 
American Fruit Grower s Guide (Elliott).1,50 
American Rose Caltnrist. ..■•■■■. • - - - * ^.•■■■•■ • • ■ SO 
Annual Reeister of Rural Affairs rioO Engraving*).., 30 
Barry 'e Fruit Garden... 
Browne’s Field Book ol Manures.1.50 
Breck’s Boos on Flowers.....1.7$ 
Buiel'aFlower Garden.... --•-••■■ .I# 
CaTpenteis’ Hand-Book (new edition). .5 
Cattle and their Pleases (Jennings).1.5C 
Coles American Fruit Book. d 
CoV* American Veterinarian.............. .1 
Cultivation of Native Grapes aed Manuiactnre ol 
American Wine.. 
Dana’s MockMaoaal.L» 
Dfiba’i Essay on Manures... S 
PaSd’s Modern Horse Doctor. 
Dadd’s American Cattle Doctor........ {c! 
Darllozion's 5\ ceils and Useful Plants. 1,1 
Directions for Pro-ervlDg Natural Flowers . 1 . 
Domestic Poultry Book, ’kith over 100 illustrations.. 5 
Downing* Coaiige Residence*—.... 
Eastwood sCranoernr Culture......,; 
Everybody lus own Lawyer...... 1 .; 
Farm L’ra'iace. by H. F. French.. L 
Field's Pear Culture. i* 
Flint or. Grasses..,... £’ 
Flower* for the Parior or Garden... 
Fuller’s Illustrated Strawberry Cult or 1st. • 
Goodale's Principles of Breeding....R 
Grape Culturist, bv Andrew S. Fuller.L 
Guenon on Milch Cows ... 
Herbert a Hints to Horse-Keepers.. *» 
HollevU Art of Saw Filing ... 
Hop Culture...• ••. 
Hooper's Doc and Gun....• 
Horse Training Made Easy. Jeonlogi .. 1. 
Indian Corn; Its Value, Culture ana Uses.1. 
Jaquee on Fruit and Fruit Tree*.. 
dentines’ Sle ep. 8 wm* and Poultry. b 
■Written lor Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
I’M GROWING OLD. 
HOW THEY DO IN MAINE 
Somebodt, evidently an old bachelor used 
to such things, thus describes how they do in 
Maine: 
“ Quaker young ladies in the Maine Law State, 
it is said, still continue to kiss the lips of the 
young temperance men to see if they have been 
tampering with liquor. Just imagine a beauti¬ 
ful young temperance woman, with all the dig¬ 
nity of an executive officer, and the innocence 
the ladies 
I’M growing old, my absent friend 
I fee! Time’s pencil writing here 
Upon my brow the lines of care. 
Upon my cheek the furrow deep 
Is creeping on with measured sweep: 
l m growing old. 
I’m growing old, my youthful friends— 
My head is frosting fast with years. 
My youth is sinking back is tears, 
Ae age, old age, comes creeping on, 
Pointing to labor yet undone: 
I'm growing old* 
I’m growing old, my loved one dear- 
I feel my etep Is falt’ring now, 
Though manhood scarcely cron ns my br 
With laurels bright, and wreaths of love 
That in our youthful day* wc woui. 
I’m growing old. 
I’m growing old. m? prattling cblld- 
The dancing hie of youth has fled, 
Tho^e early dowers, withered-dead; 
And on my spirit fails the snow 
Of early winter;—full well I know 
I’m growing old. 
I'm growing old, I’m growing old- . 
The early loves of youth are gone. 
And mera’rleE fading, one by one,— 
My heart grows chili at ihoghts so cold: 
Full well 1 know, I'm growing old. 
of a dove, with the charge 
believe you are in the habit of tampering with 
liquor, and they have appointed me to examine 
yon according to our established rules; are you 
willing?’ You nod acquiescence. She gently 
steps closer to you, lays her white arm around 
your neck, dashes hack her raven curls, raises 
her sylph-like form upon tip-toe, her snowy, 
heaving bosom against your own, and with her 
angelic features lit up with a smile as sweet as 
heaven, places her rich, rosy, pouty, sugar, mo¬ 
lasses, lily, roec-bud, cresm tart, apple pie, 
peach pudding, apple dumpling, gingerbread, 
nectar Ups against yours, and (O Jerusalem, hold 
us,) kisses you. Hurrah for the gals and the 
Maine Law! and death to all opposition." 
Law and Equity. — “ Pray, my lord, said 
a gentleman to a late respected and rather 
whimsical judge, “ what is the distinction be¬ 
tween law and equity court ? ” “Very little in 
the end, replied his lordship; “they only differ 
as far as time is concerned. At common law 
you are done for at once; in equity you are not 
so easily disposed of. The former is a bullet, 
which is Instantaneously and most charmingly 
effective; the latter is an angler’s hook, which 
plays with its victim before it kills it. The one 
is prussic acid, the other laudanum.” 
Liebig’s great work on Agriculture.....1.50 
LicbUrVFamiliar Uttern on Chemistry.... SO 
Manual of Agriculture, by Emerson ana Finn.1,25 
Miles on Horde's Foot (cloth). 15 
Mies Beecher’» Receipt, Book........ 1,50 
Manual on Pkx and H«np Ciiltare « 
Modern Cookery, by Mis* Acton and Mrs. 3 J Halo.. 1.M 
New and completecioVk and VTutchmakertrManual 2,00 
Norton’* Element* Scientific Agriculture. <5 
Prlie ucft/ami Jotenllflc Fruit Culture (Baker).4,00 
Practical Shepherd, Randall......pW 
Qimiibv'« Mysteries of Bee-Keeping.. 1.75 
Randall's Fine Wool Husbandry.1.00 
P.eaiiy RteJsnor Log Book. so 
Richardson on the Dog. so 
Rivera' Orchard Houses. so 
Roger*’Sclentlsic Agriculture. 1 .^ 
Saunters on Poultry (Ulualratcd). 40 
seller,ck’s Gardener* Text-Book. •$ 
Scribner’* Produce Tablea.^..... SO 
Silver’* new Poultry Book <.0 Illustrations). 50 
Stewart’s (John) Subic Book.................W 
The American House Carpenter (Hatfield *)..3,50 
The Barn Vard,a Mannal... 1,00 
The Boston MaoUlnlat (FlWgerald). ja 
The Farm, with Illustrations.. 1,00 
The Fruit*, and Fruit Trees ol America (Downing). 8,00 
Tin: Garden, a Manual. .. 1,00 
The lli-use with Griulaal Plans..1.50 
Thom»s* r nrm ImplcmetiJ* — -.},50 
Toiid'* Young Farmers Manual and Work bnop.1,50 
Ventilation In American Dwelling*.1,50 
Warder’s fledges and Evergreens.1.50 
Wax Flowers, how to wake them.................... 1.50 
’WoclwartP* Graperies ami Horticultural Bnlldlrfgs. 1,50 
Woodward’* Co"atwHomes.... v • • -• v• »* 
Written for Moore’a Rural New-Yorker. 
“ Your wife, Arthur Eldridge ! Your wife! 
Are you amusing yourself at my expense ?” 
“I never jest upon such subjects, mother,” 
was bis calm reply, and he drew his ana closer 
around rue. “ Hester i6 my wife, thank God ! 
Where are your congratulations?” 
Madam Eldridge looked :y:bait; Miss Elli- 
nor’s toecs paled on her cheeks, ami a bitter, 
scornful smile curled her lips, hut Netty threw 
her arms aroutd her brother’s neck, and kissed 
us both as be held her there in a fond embrace. 
A perfect whirlwind of passion nnd storm of 
BY WINNIE W1LLIAN, 
A Different Vtbw of It.—“M ary,” saida 
wise and witty old lady, the other day, to her 
grand-daughter, “what do you call that ugly 
bunch that hangs down behind your head?” 
“ "Why, grand-mother, everybody knows it is a 
‘water-fall.’” * “A water-fall, indeed! ” replied 
the old lady, “it looks, for ail the world, like a 
‘land-slide.’” 
“I am perfectly well,” I said, struggling to 
compose myself. “ I had rather work than re¬ 
main idle ; so, please give me my sewing, Miss 
Annette.”* 
“I take the liberty to decline,” laughed the 
merry girl., A‘Here, Arthur, I place the work 
in your hand —it being your personal property, 
and appeal to you to support me In insisting 
that Miss Hester More have a holiday to-day.” 
Arthur examined the work; it consisted of 
several handkerchiefs I was hemming for him. 
He carefully folded them, saying as he did so, 
“1 think, Miss Hester, that you had better fol¬ 
low my pierry siEter’s advice, and take a play- 
day. Y r ou know the old saying, that 1 all work 
and no play makes Jack a dull boy.’ Don’t you 
think so, mother?” 
Madam F-ldridge looked as though she 
thought her sou was meddling with what did 
not concern him; and she auswererl coldly, 
“Of course, Hester can have a holiday if she 
see lit; I always allow my hired help recreation 
when they need it. But let me beg of you, Miss 
More, as an especial favor, that the scene of 
this morning have no repetition. It was wholly 
unnecessary and quite unbecoming.” 
This epeech, together with the scornful ex¬ 
pression of Miss Ellior's face, roused my 
spirit, and I was about to reply, angrily, when I , 
caught a glance of Aruhur’s eye6 so lull of 
sympathy that I turned and hastily glided 
through the door, up stairs to my own little 
room, there to fling myself upon my bed and 
yield to a passion of tears. It did not last long, 
however. My hot blood cooled; the flush on 
my cheek died away, and sweet promises of 
Holy Writ, and thoughts of my dead mother, 
stole into my mind, and I was at peace. 
Wearied, I soon fell asleep, and slumbered and 
dreamed until the golden hours of morning 
wore away and the sun mounted high in the 
heavens. I was awakened by a servant bringing 
in a tray containing my dinner and a bouquet of 
bright autumnal leaves and flowers. I did not 
ask who sent the latter; I was well aware whose 
prompted, and whose 
words burst upon us, from the pale lips of m/ 
incensed inother-in iaw, which Arthur bore 
bravely and in silence, for be could speak do 
hard word to her who gave him being. 
“ Never call me mother again!” she exclaim¬ 
ed— 1 ' never! Yorr have blasted all my hopes, 
and as for yon, Hester More, you low-born 
thing, you good-for-nothing—'’ here Mrs. El- 
bridge stopped for want of words, and Arthur 
taking the first, opportunity, said— 
“ We will not discuss the subject auy more 
to-night, mother. On the morrow, Hester and 
I go to our new home, where we hope to see 
you often, for you will be sorry yet for the 
words of this evening”—and without giving her 
time to reply, he led me from the room. A lit¬ 
tle after midnight we were summoned to her 
She was suffering from au attack of 
Behind Hand.— One of Gough’s stories was 
a neat hit at those dilatory people who are 
behind time. Some one said to a person of this 
class, “I see that you belong to the three- 
handed people.” “Three-handed; that’s rather 
uncommon.” “O no, common enough,—two 
hands like other people, and a little behind hand / ” 
weeping over the fortunes of the heroine 01 a 
thrilling romance she was mentally devouring 
with almost breathless interest. Her cousin, 
Miss Eleanor Eldkidge, gracefully lounged on 
the sofa with a book in her hand, which she pre¬ 
tended to read ; but I doubUf she could have 
told the heading of the. first chapter, for her eyes 
roved restlessly around the room, and her slip¬ 
pered foot beat an impatiant tattoo upon the 
soft carpet. She was a magnificent creature,— 
tall, with a queenly air, large hashing black 
eyes; ebon hair, coiled in Leavy braids around 
her small proud head; rose-tinted cheeks, and 
one oi the most bewitching little mouths that 
ever invited kisses, or said zharp things. If you 
would become acquainted witl^ all the occupants 
of Madam Eldridge’b room that bright morn¬ 
ing, you must imagine me— Hester More, the 
seamstress — poor, and plain, and despised — 
seated in the window at. my sewing. 
A silent hour passes by, and still the pale sun¬ 
shine steuls dreamily through the crimson cur¬ 
tains, flooding the room with its faint golden 
light; still, Madam Eldkidge, in her easy chair, 
forms new schemes and revolves old ones in her 
aching head, while a shadow of anxious care 
darkens her brow. Still Netty r miles and sighs 
with the love-sick damsel of the thrilling ro¬ 
mance ; ELUXOR indulges her wayward thougfits 
and the poor seamstress in the window muses 
of old times and the graves in the church-yard. 
“I will have it sol” mutters Ellinok, ex¬ 
citedly. 
“Have what?” Madam Eldkidge interro¬ 
gates. 
quick and Sharp.— Coleridge was acknowl¬ 
edged to be a bad rider. One day, riding 
through the street, he was accosted by a would- 
be wit — “I say, do you know what happened 
to Balaam?” Came the answer sharp and 
quick,— “ The same as happened to me—an ass 
spoke to him! ” 
An Englishman being asked how he spelled 
saloon, replied, “ With a hees, a hay, a hell, two 
hoes and a hen,” 
bedside 
her old complaint—disease of the heart — and 
was evidently In a dying condition. She turned 
away her head as we approached. “ Nay, dear 
mother,” said Arthur in a low, tender voice, 
you have not long to live. Let there be peace 
between us.” 
Her lip quivered, and ehe grasped, “I forgive 
you, Arthur; but you wounded my pride sorely 
—sorely.” 
“And Hester, mother?” 
A spasm of pain passed over her face —“I 
have nothing against her.now; if I had lived, I 
should have learned to love her, but now— Oh! 
pray for me?” 
Amidst Netty's sobs, and the solemn tones of 
prayer, Madam Eldkidge’ s spirit quitted its 
tenement of clay. 
The deep gloom occasioned by our mother’s 
death is fast wearing away, for two years have 
passed since then; and we three, Arthur, Net¬ 
ty and I, live very happy together. I do not 
think Mr, Eldkidge has ever been sorry that he 
married the poor seamstress; at least, if he has 
experienced any regrets he has wisely kept them 
to himself. 
Ellinor Eldridge is Ellinok Eldbldge 
still. She is yet unmarried and bids lair to be¬ 
come—what she most dislikes of all things — 
an old maid. 
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GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 31 letters. 
My 5, 27, 20,16, 28,19,10 is one of the Eastern States. 
My 3, 29, 20, 31, 2=1,14 is ft river in New York. 
My 22. 4, 9. 21. C, 20, 25, 81 is a cape on the coaBt of 
the United States. 
My 14, 8, 29, 31.12 Is a river in North Carolina. 
My 18, 7, 26, 24 is a city In Chinn. 
My l, 23, 14, 15, 20 te a lake in Sweden. 
My 11,19, 6, 30, 2 is a city in France. 
My 17,13, 20, 20, 28 is a city in Japan. 
My whole are the words of a distinguished naval 
commander. 
Havana, Ohio. H. K. Dailt. 
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delicate thoughtfulnei 
skillful hands fashioned, the gift, I knew I 
loved him—my heart told me that long before— 
but in those simple flowers I could see no 6igns 
of love for n;e, only a tender care of the feelings 
of one of God’s poorest creatures, and I loved 
him all the better for it. 
That afternoon I whiled away with my flowers 
and my favorite volume of Kjrkb White ; and 
although, from the parlor below came sounds 
of music and of song and gay laughter, I was 
very happy in my solitude. Just as the sun was 
setting—when the western skies were bathed in 
seas of gold and crimson—I stole out into the 
garden to enjoy the glorious ‘ scene. A firm, 
| quick step on the gravel walk told me 1 was not 
Arthur 
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“ Nothing, aunt, but a little plan of mine, that 
I have set my heart upon carrying out.” 
“ I was planning, too,” said her aunt, “but 
that’s all the good it does,” and she sighed 
heavily, and Netty sobbed hysterically—the 
maiden of the romance beiDg about to put an 
end to her sorrows by plunging the carving- 
knife into her snowy bosom. 
I fancied that the little plan upon which Mies 
Ellinop. hadjset her heart was — to bejtr a near¬ 
er relationship than that of cousin to Arthur 
Eldridge. If she did not succeed, it was not 
her fault, for she put forth every effort, struiniug 
every nerve to appear beautiful in his eyes. 
A well-known stop sounded through the hall; 
a manly form darkened the door-way, and a 
manly voice said: 
“ Fair ladies, have I your permission to enter 
this retreat of the Graces V” 
Miss Ellinor laughed and playfully replied: 
“Admire my gracious condescension, when 1 
constitute mystll spokeswoman of the com¬ 
pany, and declare that we haven’t the slightest 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
AN ANAGRAM. 
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Inaignft tenba hot nyenu ary. 
Ekes Let tuoilimn aem ta naafi, 
Jolt on gorier! no cyt ywa ; 
Rehe rea sertaw Drnungi ’roe, 
Nldkr fu hmet nad rilhst on roem. 
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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
tee LAKGE5T- error latino 
Agricultural, Literary and Family Newspaper, 
IS PUBLISHED EVEBT eATUBDAY 
BY D, D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
Office, Union Builte, Opposite tie Court Hoe?, Buffalo St. 
A LITERARY COINCIDENCE, 
A writer in the Natiou thus calls attention 
to a curiosity in literature, which he seems to 
have been the first to notice: 
“A striking coincidence of poetic conception 
and expression occurs in the July number of the 
Atlantic Monthly. Two poems could not well 
be less alike than Longfellow’s ‘ On Translating 
the DivineCommtdin,’ and Bryant’s ‘TheDeath 
of Slavery.’ Butthey both use the same image, 
and embody it ip similar language — the wide 
dissimilarity of theme ana reference, together 
with the fact that they appear at the same date 
in the same periodical, adding interest to the 
parallel. Longfillow addresses the shade of 
For Moore’s Rural New-Ysrker, 
MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM. 
Two rods, the one twenty Inches long and the 
other twelve, baviEg their middle points connected 
by a perfectly flexible string six inches in length, are 
thrown np at random. What is the probability that 
they will not cross each other ? 
Penfield Seminary. Asher B. Evans. 
jar Answer in two weekB. 
alone, and in another moment Mr. 
•Eldridge was at my side. 
“Little Hester, 
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he said, gently, “I have 
been watching for your coming all day. Sit 
down here by me and look at this sun-setting,” 
and he drew me to a garden seat. 
“ Have you wept all your sorrow away ?” he 
asked, looking iu my face. 
“ I have not wept since morning—at least not 
since a kind friend sent me sweet flowers to en¬ 
liven my solitude." 
“ Do you consider me your friend, Hester ?” 
“Yes, sir. Am I wrong in so thinking?” 
“No, my little darling!—you are dearer to 
me than the dearest friend I ever before knew. 
Do you understand me, Hester ?” 
“I do not understand how the rich Mr. El¬ 
dridge can think so well of a poor seamstress,” 
and I turned away my face from his ardent gaze. 
“Think well of you! Hester — Hester, I 
love you! Love you better than my life—more 
than anything else in this world. It is I who 
am poor, unless the humble seamstress gives me 
this,” taking my hand in his, “with her love. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
CHARADE. 
My first, though horn in ages gone, ie new; 
My second, you and I pass often through; 
My whale’s a prison, safe secure and sound, 
Where ruffians, rogues and thieves are bound 
pr Answer in two weeks. 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &c., IN No. 863. 
Answer to Geographical EnigmaAgriculture is 
the most healthful, most useful, and most noble 
employment of man. 
Answer to Riddle:—Kerosene. 
Answer to Mathematical Problem: — 6.9S10242+ 
miles per second. 
Answer to Anagram :— 
no tears,” said Napoleon, 
Never trust a man for the vehemence of his 
assertions, whose bare word you would not 
trust; a knave will make no more of swearing 
to a falsehood, than of affirming it. 
•The only victory that costs 
’ is that over ignorance.” 
